Veterans Day, My Dad Served
Note not sent To My Dad on Veteran’s Day:
A letter you wrote , I found
in Old Uncle Laurie’s house.
You were young, Seventeen
You wrote of things to come
War
And fear
And your new car.
Nam ate your soul
Mangled
You
Stupid war, Johnson’s shout at glory.
Our beautiful hero died too young
The damn war never would’ve come
If Their machine hadn’t killed him.
You
heeded
Johnson’s summon
Answered their call
Over the
Sea
Voodoos and Jesus nuts
Medic up, man down
Punjis and pissed pants
Wet and rotting stench
You came home. But did you come back?
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2014
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